Life After Facebook

I haven’t been one to care all that much about Facebook privacy issues. The way I see it, if you are willing to put all of this stuff “out there” for a couple of hundred people you probably hardly really know, why not make it a million. Fact is, people are up in arms about their “privacy”, but considering the popularity contest of friend lists, did you ever HAVE any privacy? Especially considering most of the people who seem concerned are appropriately the ones who seem to divulge the most oddly intimate details about their lives, maybe karma is just a bitch.

All of that said, the reason I am now personally facebook-less is a fair bit simpler: I found myself annoyed with almost every update from every person on my list. Farmville, Mafia Wars, toy Transformers, observations that spanned from mundane to criminally boring, I found myself more and more irritated by people using Facebook exactly for what you are supposed to use Facebook for. They were not the problem, I was. It was time for Facebook and I to meet at Starbucks for a serious heart to heart.

I still have my business Facebook page, which I need an account for, so taking a cue from gizmodo‘s “How to Quit Facebook Without Quitting Facebook” article, I removed all of my personal information, changed my email address to a junk email box, and flew the Facebook coupe.

There are plenty of people I will actually miss keeping up with, but there is still email, and Facebook email, which I left open in case one of the “good ones” on my list actually wants to say hi. As for the rest, who divulge entirely too much, I hope the tests come back negative, your uncle gets out of the hospital, and that dress still fits you for the wedding in July.